Chapter 7: Revival

I Don't Own Halo or Red Vs. Blue. All rights go to Bungie, 343 Industries and Rooster Teeth.

A/N: Please, don't get confused with the chapter title. This doesn't mean someone who has died in the past is coming back. Well, at least not yet. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the chapter.

For the Master Chief, the pain of waking up after a life saving surgery felt good. And bad. Good and bad. Bad because the pain in his lower abdomen hurt like a bitch. Basically, he got the feeling that he wasn't in Blood Gulch anymore. He didn't know where he was. All he knew was that he'd just woken up, after having surgery to remove the tip of the Infection Form's tentacle. Right now, he was resting. And because of his well hearing, he could tell there was another person in the room with him, he could tell because of hearing breathing that wasn't coming from him.

He let out a raspy breath. "Where am I?" he asked the other person in the room. "So," the other person said. It was a female. "You're awake?" He groaned. "Yes, I'm awake," he grunted in pain. "We've established the fact that I'm awake. Now, where am I?" He heard the lady get up. "How are you feeling?" she asked. "Fan-God-Damn-tastic," he said, beginning to get irritated. "I just got surgery. And I asked you a question. Where the hell am I?" It was just now that he realized that there was a bandage over his eyes. "Why is there a bandage over my eyes?" he asked, running his finger tips over the fabric. "You were busted up really well," the woman said, her voice sounding more and more familiar.

"And, well, your eyes need sometime to rest. And we are in a room with really bright lights." The Chief groaned. "Where. Am. I?" he asked, impatiently. "Oh, where are my manners?" she asked. "You're aboard the UNSC Infinity." The Chief felt his heart skip a beat. "Are my friends ok?" he asked. "Your friends?" she asked. "You mean the bodies you were dragging across the desert?" He let out a gulp. Bodies? Just bodies? Were they dead? "Yes, sir," she said. He let out a sigh of relief. "Your friends are well. The majority of them that is." The Chief held his breath. "What does that mean?" he asked. "It means that CPO Mendez is still in urgent care, and he may not survive his wounds."

The Chief struggled to remember. There were two pairs of Hunters, and he shot Mendez by accident? Yes, that was right. He felt guilty, for causing Mendez's near death. "Take this off," he said, pawing the bandage over his eyes. "I want to see where I am." He waited for his visitor to answer. "Uh, sir," she started. "That's not a good idea." He let out a grunt of impatienence. "I don't care!" he hissed. "Please, get this thing off me!" He heard the lady scoff. "Wow, you think you'd be nicer to the lady who saved your life." He laughed. "What did you do the surgery?" he asked. "Well, no, but-" she started to say something, but he interrupted. "Then you didn't save my life." he said, feeling the bandage over his eyes. "Take this thing off!"

"Sir, I told you that's not-" She started to say something, but he sat up. "To hell if it's not a good idea. Take. The. Bandage. Off!" She let out a sigh, and he felt her hands on his face. Seconds later, the bandage was removed, and bright light flooded his eyes. He groaned from the pain of the light blinding him. "See?" she asked, standing back. "Told you it wasn't a good idea." It was the first time the Chief got a look of his surroundings. He was in a room, part of a medical bay, probably. And he was in the hospital bed, and there were bandages wrapped around his abdomen. "Cassie, I hope you're not pes-" someone started to say something as she walked in, but stopped upon seeing that her patient was awake.

"John," Dr. Catherine Halsey said. "So you're awake." John grunted. "Dr. Halsey," he said. "To what do I owe this unexpected pleasure?" The good doctor gave a rare smile. "You owe me a thank you," she stated, sitting down. "I performed your surgery." He sat up, and groaned in pain. "Try not to strain your muscles dear." Dr. Halsey said. "Yes, mom," he said, mockingly. "I'm not your mother." she said. "Yes, I know, but you're the only "mother" that I ever knew." John looked over at Cassie, who gave him a light smile. "I'm sorry," he said, gesturing to her. "But have we met? You look and sound familiar." Cassie let out a small laugh. "Funny," she said. "I could have said the same thing. When I found you in the desert, even in your armor, you looked familiar to me."

"Are you sure we haven't met?" he asked. "I'm sure," Cassie said. "But who knows? We could have met in a past life. I sometimes feel like a ghost inhabiting this body." The good doctor scoffed. "But you're not, Cassie, dear." she said. "But, Mom, I just feel like a ghost." she said. "Cassie, I'm not you're mother, either." she said. "Yes, but you're my guardian." she said. "Not really the same difference." John said. The two ladies looked at him. "A mother is the person who physically gave birth to you," he said. "A guardian is a man/woman who adopted you." The two just looked at him. "Intelligent, aren't you?" Cassie asked. "Well, I don't mean to brag, but..." his voice trailed off as he spoke.

"So, where are my friends at?" he asked. "Resting, after their treatments." Dr. Halsey said. "CPO Mendez may not make it through. How are you feeling?" The Chief grunted. "Fantastic." he growled. "Are you sure that you are ok?" Cassie asked him. "I'm fine," he said. "Really. The aftermath of the surgery is the only thing that hurts." The Chief looked around the room, for a capsule that carries the MJOLNIR Armor when he/other Spartans weren't using it. "Where's my armor?" he asked. "It's put away." Dr. Halsey said flatly. "Is that it?" he asked. "That's it," she said. "Why do you ask?" He shrugged, getting out of the bed. "Ah, ah, ah!" Dr. Halsey said. "Get back in there!" He narrowed his eyes at the doctor. "I'm. Fine." he said. He now noticed that he was wearing the bottom layer of the protective gel layer of his armor.

"Whatever," Dr. Halsey said. "Just try not to strain yourself." All of a sudden, Cassie keeled over in pain. "Cassie!" the doctor said, looking over to her other "patient". "Are you ok?" After a few seconds, Cassie looked back up. "I'm fine," she said, breathing heavily. "Just getting those flashbacks again." John cocked his eyebrow. "Flashbacks?" he asked. "Yes John," Doctor Halsey said. "Flashbacks. Cassie claims that she sometimes gets flashbacks of memories that don't belong to her." John stared at the lady, who looked his age, but maybe younger. "Where's my armor at?" he asked again. "What does it matter?" Dr. Halsey asked him, looking up again. "I need to get Cortana's-" he started, but Halsey interrupted him.

"Cortana's data chip isn't in your helmet anymore, John." she said. "What?" he asked, shocked. "Why?" The Doctor cleared her throat. "Because," she said. "The UNSC took possession of it. You know how it works. After every AI begins to fall into rampancy, their data chip is retrieved by ONI, then taken to a top UNSC facility." The Chief stared at the doctor in disbelief. "What do they do with the data chips?" he asked. "How should I know?" she asked. "All I know is that they are taken to a UNSC facility, and they're never seen again. Why do you want to know?" Cassie cleared her throat. "Who's Cortana?" she asked. "She was an AI," John said. "She was my AI. And now her data chip is gone, and I can't complete my mission."

Dr. Halsey eyed him. "And what is your mission?" she asked. He turned to the doctor. "After the events of Forward Unto Dawn, I promised her that I'd find you, and I'd get you to rewrite her neural brain map, so she could live longer." Dr. Halsey nodded. "I understand, John," she said. "There's just one problem with that." John eyed the doctor. "What is the problem?" he asked. "I could have done that. But I would have become a UNSC fugitive." John stared at her in disbelief. "Why?" he asked. "Face it John," she said. "All AIs have to die sometime. And it was Cortana's time. I'm very sorry." John looked down in defeat. No, it couldn't be over. "Doctor Halsey," he said, looking back at her. "Where's the facility at?" Dr. Halsey thought for a moment. "It's on Earth. Located in one of the most coldest places on the planet. Antarctica. Why do you ask?"

"We go there," he said. "And we find Cortana's data chip." She shook her head. "That's out of the question John." she said. He narrowed his eyes at the Doctor. "We go, and find her chip!" The doctor just stared at him. "You are hell bent of doing that, aren't you?" she asked. He just stared at her. "Fine," she said. "But first, you need to recover from your injuries." He looked at her. "And then you'll take me there?" he asked. She nodded. "Fine," he said. "I'll rest up." He sat back down on the bed, and rested his head on the pillow. "So, my squad is ok?" he asked. "Yes, John!" the doctor said. "Everyone except Mendez has pulled through."

"Well," Dr. Halsey said, getting up. "Everything seems in order here. Try to get some rest, John." And with that, she walked out of the room. John heard Cassie get up, and sit down next to his bed. "Thank you." he said. "For what?" she asked. He turned her head to face her. "For finding me, for getting me back here." She smiled. "Oh, that," she said. "It's no problem." John now noticed that she had longish hair, similar to Cortana's hair style. And she had a few freckles on either side of her nose. "Get some rest." she said, getting up. "I'll be around. Once you're up and getting around better, I'm out of here." He closed his eyes, and welcomed sleep.

A/N: I'm not fully sure on how long this chapter was, but I hope it was satisfactory. So, who do you think this new "Cassie" character is? Her back story? Her flashbacks? I'd love to hear your opinions on this, go ahead and message me, review this chapter, whatever you want to do if you want to give your opinion. You DON'T have to give your opinion, I'm just interested in what you think. I haven't decided how long this story will be yet, but it will not end here. So, stay tuned, and I'm out!